The Five-Colored Luan Bird's Molted Feather!

This was a reward from the system last month.

[Five-Colored Luan Bird Molted Feather].

According to the system, this was a feather dropped by a fierce avian known as a Five-Colored Luan Bird from the Shrouding Heavens World.

In Lin Qiu's view.

Since this thing came from the Shrouding Heavens World, even if it was just a single feather, it should be an extraordinary item in this low-level fantasy Douluo World.

Giving one to Qian Renxue as a keepsake wouldn't be bad.

Qian Renxue looked at the feather.

She was caught between laughter and tears.

Just this?

And it's a treasure?

It's supposed to protect me?

I am going to serve as the Crown Prince, with a Title Douluo protecting me by my side; do I really need this bird feather for protection?

This little fool is truly naively adorable.

However.

Looking at Lin Qiu's earnest gaze.

The softest part of Qian Renxue's heart was still touched.

She reached out and solemnly took the feather.

The moment her fingertips touched the feather.

A warm sensation washed over her.

She didn't know if it was an illusion.

She felt her Six-Winged Angel martial soul within her body tremble slightly at this very moment.

It produced a trace of an extremely faint... awe?

Awe?

How could that be?

Her martial soul was a god-level martial soul!

How could it feel awe toward a bird feather?

It must be that she had been too tired these past few days, leading to hallucinations.

Qian Renxue shook her head, casting such an absurd thought out of her mind.

She carefully tucked the feather into her inner pocket.

Then she looked up and gave Lin Qiu a deep, lingering look.

As if she wanted to carve his appearance into her mind.

"Alright."

"I have accepted the item."

"You... should head back."

Qian Renxue turned around, not daring to look at Lin Qiu again.

She was afraid that if she looked one more time, she wouldn't be able to bear leaving.

"I'm leaving."

After saying that.

She resolutely boarded the carriage.

The carriage curtain fell.

Severing the two worlds.

"Depart."

Snake Lance Douluo flicked his whip.

The Dragon Scale Horse let out a low whinny, pulling the black carriage as it slowly drove toward the distance.

The wheels rolled on, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Lin Qiu stood where he was, watching the carriage gradually disappear at the end of his vision.

The smile on his face slowly faded.

He shoved his hands back into his pockets.

"Once you leave, it will be many years."

Lin Qiu sighed softly.

Although he knew this was an inevitable development of the plot.

After spending so much time together, he still felt a bit empty inside.

However.

The current parting was for a better reunion in the future.

By the time they met again.

He should already possess the strength to crush everything.

Lin Qiu turned around and walked toward the direction of Martial Soul Hall.

His pace was light.

"System."

"Open the attribute panel."

Lin Qiu chanted silently in his heart.

Over the past six months, although he had been suppressing his cultivation realm and had not undergone the Martial Soul awakening.

The system's rewards had never stopped.

Having consumed so many treasures from the Shrouding Heavens World.

His physique had long since reached a shocking level.

Even without a Soul Power Level.

His current physical body was comparable to the cub of a Pure-Blooded Archaic Remnant.

"Not having a Martial Soul is indeed quite troublesome."

"Many methods cannot be utilized."

"But..."

Lin Qiu looked up at the sky.

The sunlight was just right.

"I wonder what kind of thing will awaken from the foundation built by the Dao Scripture."

"I hope it won't be too terrifying."

Lin Qiu withdrew his gaze from the carriage as it departed.

With his hands in his pockets, he turned and walked deep into Martial Soul Hall.

His steps were nimble, and he seemed to be in quite a good mood.

A translucent light screen, visible only to him, unfolded.

At the very top of the light screen hung a scarlet, extremely dangerous-looking mission bar.

[Survival Mission: Survive for two and a half years under the nose of a Xiantai powerhouse.]
[Mission Status: In Progress.]
[Mission Description: This world is extremely treacherous and filled with powerhouses. The host is in a perilous situation and must remain vigilant at all times; staying alive is the best policy.]

Looking at these words, Lin Qiu almost couldn't help but laugh out loud.

System, oh system.

You really are a genius.

A so-called "Xiantai powerhouse" in the Shrouding Heavens World is a mighty figure capable of plucking stars, grabbing the moon, and shattering mountains and rivers with a roar.

If he were over there, this mission would definitely be of hellish difficulty.

If he breathed the wrong way, he might be slapped to death by some passing mighty figure.

But where was this?

This was the Douluo Continent.

Let alone a Xiantai mighty figure.

Even the so-called gods here, if placed in the Shrouding Heavens World, would likely be unable to defeat even a cultivator in the Dragon Transformation Realm.

"Surviving" in this world was simpler than drinking water.

He was just eating, drinking, teasing Qian Renxue, and acting like a good boy for Bibi Dong here in Martial Soul Hall.

This was called being in a perilous situation?

This was called staying alive?

This was far too easy.

Lin Qiu looked at the remaining six-month countdown, lost in thought.

Based on his understanding of this foolish system.

Such "high-difficulty" survival missions usually offered extremely generous rewards.

Moreover, these things are often related to one's constitution and origin.

Although his physical body is currently formidable and his spiritual sense sharp, he has yet to awaken his Martial Soul.

In this world, not having a Martial Soul is ultimately inconvenient.

If he were to awaken it now, there is a high probability that he would randomly awaken a Martial Soul inherent to this body.

It could be a sword, or perhaps a hammer.

The upper limit would be limited.

But what if he waits until six months later, the moment the mission is completed, to awaken it?

By utilizing the system's rewards, could he manage to pull off something big?

For instance...

The Ancient Sacred Body?

Or perhaps the Heavenly Tyrant Blood?

At the very least, an Innate Dao Fetus would suffice.

Thinking of this, Lin Qiu made his decision.

No rush.

Wait another half a year.

He is only six years old, after all; waiting half a year longer to awaken won't kill anyone.

Having made up his mind, Lin Qiu hummed a little tune as he returned to his residence.

This was an exquisite, independent palace located very close to the Pope's Bedchamber of Bibi Dong.

As soon as he entered the door, a faint, lingering fragrance assailed his nostrils.

It was a scent mixed with orchids and some kind of high-grade spice, elegant yet carrying a hint of imperceptible majesty.

But to Lin Qiu, this scent only brought peace of mind.

On the soft couch in the main hall sat a graceful figure.

Bibi Dong.

She was not wearing that complicated and grand papal ceremonial robe today.

Instead, she wore a light purple silk dress.

The cut of the long dress was extremely form-fitting, perfectly outlining her breathtaking curves.

The hem of the skirt was long, spreading out on the couch like blooming petals.

Yet even so, it could not conceal those long, shapely, and beautiful legs.

She held an ancient tome in her hands, flipping through it casually.

Hearing the footsteps, Bibi Dong looked up.

The trace of coldness originally on that stunningly beautiful face melted like ice and snow the moment she saw Lin Qiu.

Replacing it was endless tenderness and doting.

"You're back?"

Bibi Dong set down the scroll in her hand and beckoned to Lin Qiu.

"Has Xue'er left?"

Her voice was soft, like a spring breeze brushing against one's face.

Lin Qiu walked over obediently and sat down beside Bibi Dong.

"Mm, just saw her off."

"Big Sister seems quite motivated."